Summer Days

I've spent all summer days driving
I'm tired of [bad word] 
No more take-away's, expired food 
I need a real day 

 [bad word] faster when you're loaded 
Bright lights blind me all weak
Living in the city, I'm a high-speed drill 
I need a full day diving

Tons of heavyweight food
Roosters from the sister islands too
I'd better get working

I'm bored with all that brainwashing 
Let's break all separate rooms 
Changing's no fun if you don't want to 
I need a good day sailing
To tell the sun and the moon 
That I am turning for no reasons too 
And I keep waiting

Driving to the gas station
Caught by a traffic jam blues 
Life is nonsense, I don't have a clue 
I need a cool day riding 
Feeding all the horses at dawn 
Searching for the [bad word]  going through the woods 
Then I'll be waiting

I've passed all summer days driving 
I'm tired of [bad word] 
No more take-away's, expired food 
I need a full day diving 
Tons of heavyweight food 
Roosters from the sister islands too 
I'd better get working